Nothing much happened yesterday (and that X Files title annoys me so much. Like King George had fax machines or CNN, speaking as one who still has to wait 2-4 months for her magazines to arrive via Shanghai Steamer). Over on jack_daniel I was accussed of spending all my time trawling for bad pics of my fave guys and it's a fair cop, Guv'nor as that is exactly what I did for a good deal of yesterday. What can I say? Wednesday was deadline day and like any good soldier I made the most of the lull in the afternoon. Usually I write or take myself through online tutorials but as I was/am still very flu ridden and I'd worked straight through without a break I decided to recoup some of my unpaid overtime in trawling time. And it soothed the soul so it can't be all bad.
On Saturday I nipped up to Insanity and picked up a consolation prize for sacrifing my weekend. Stuck as I was with what Zone 4 has to offer (ie Zone 2's castoffs) the only addition I could make to the Biehn collection was...when when I showed it to Bro he complained he had chills, and they were multiplying :) It's all about the gym shorts, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Sunday I dashed up to my favourite place for the ritual public humiliation. This time they accused me of having hobbit pictures on my wall. No way, I swore, but they got me on the Bean, just because half my wall of Bean/Biehn, is, well, Sean. None of Boromir, but that didn't seem to count. Close association was hobbity enough to provide my gold plated nerd credentials. Oh well. Ack, now I have the hiccups. Okay, hiccups gone, and no, I didn't need to resort to going and looking at that pic of MB from the 70s again.
Despite telling myself sternly that there would be no Starbucks this week, I seem to have ended up there, waiting behind a woman with the most enormous hair I've seen in ages. She was either a) stuck in the 80s; b) part of some 80s revival that needs to be stamped out or c) Greek. Then she opened her mouth. greek it is, not that there's anything wrong with that, but way to live the stereotype lady. Are there stereotypes for exiled Scotswomen? I'm not sure that there are.
Spent some of yesterday watching the world go brown from from window. Everything was entirely brown as the dust storm rolled in. All very eerie. In other news that idiot German tourist deserves a nomination for a Darwin award. Going for a midnight swim in a top end billabong during a drought? I mean, really.